"Mission," Mirage grumbled, standing up stiffly to cast a wary look around. He gave Cliffjumper only a quick, assessing look - damaged hand, impaired shooting ability, otherwise unharmed- before motioning to the exit.

"Compromised mission, obviously, so we should leave quickly-"

That was when he heard the snarl, right as the black cassette launched itself out of the nearest air duct in revenge for it's master. Crashing into his head with a flurry of claws and teeth, Ravage sent them both tumbling over a console with a yell.